postcard from chemistry final studying: let it be known that the only song that has ever compelled me to get up and dance/cavort around my room/move in some fashion is a 1979 recording of bob dylan singing live a simple twist of fate
Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the begining and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the begining and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
wow i have utterly no faith in this gatsby film adaptation after watching the trailer.
it looks like the twenty-first century trying really hard to look and feel like the twenties and inevitably feeling like the twenty-first century anyway? (like, a twenty-first-century conception of the twenties that is just so clearly stained 2012?) for half the trailer there is a loud crashing trying-to-be-emotional emotionless song playing that sounds so antithetical to the atmosphere of gatsby that it’s ridiculous? (everything in this trailer has an air of overwrought melodrama.) i still maintain that leonardo dicaprio is like the worst choice ever for gatsby (why does everyone like leonardo dicaprio? you guys, i despise him and also he looks like a bulldog with its face smashed in and then all squished to the center or something, and also he is just too old to play gatsby, okay).
The dead are celebrated. The dead are loved. They give something to the living. Once you put something into the ground, Doctor, you always know where to find it.
